Transit (review)
This movie hasn’t been any good the thousand other times you’ve seen it, and it’s no good now, either.
This movie hasn’t been any good the thousand other times you’ve seen it, and it’s no good now, either.
Samuel L. Jackson, starring in… Fury! Don’t be fooled: this has less than nothing to do with The Avengers…
Never let it be said that Nicholas Sparks doesn’t prefer easy fake greeting-card melodrama instead of something that looks more like complicated reality.
Implies that science! and scientists! could be fun! and adventurous! Oh noes, the kiddies! Brainwashed into thinking science is awesome! Who shall protect them from such horrors?
Pretty much the dullest alien invasion movie ever, featuring an uninteresting incursion by nondescript aliens doing boring things and not even blowing shit up in exciting new ways.

I don’t know how anyone can possibly make a horror movie again. This absolutely genius movie renders all past and future examples of the genre superfluous.
Why does this children’s book of a film morph, after a delightful, beautifully observed, feline-biographical opening, into a gangster crime story?
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.

I had just begun my career as a film critic when Titanic was first released in late 1997. So I missed it, back then, what it was about James Cameron’s magnificent movie that was (and still is) so extraordinary.
It’s astonishing how little crazy one needs to bring to a movie at the moment to make it leap out as fresh and distinctive.